Crude rude poetry....
Sing a song of syphilis a foreskin full of scabs four and twenty absesses and twice as many crabs, when the scabs burst open the crabs begin to grunt....
Isn't that a lovely thing to shove up someone's ****.
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By *rAitchMan
over a year ago
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I came up (fnar fnar) with this years ago.
Sing a song of intercourse, a fanny full of spunk
Four and twenty sperm cells swimming in her cunt
When the shag was over, the jizz began to flow
Now wasn't that a lovely fuck, let's have another go! |
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I wrote this a while back following my trip to Bath, which was disappointing as it felt like any other suburban town. It's not a salacious as the two above...
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Oh dear old Bath I feel for it,
Not the last bastion of high street identikit,
Gone are the independents and sole traders,
Replaced by street hawkers and third-graders,
Hark the Roman decadence and warm spring,
To wash away this drab touristy uprising. |
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